Four years later

I'd like to think that our league has had a hand in more orgasms being enjoyed than any global phenomenon over the last few years. That isn't any hyperbole either. Just listen to the fans after watching one of our live events, or the streaming telecasts, and I bet they couldn't stop raving about how sexy they were. Interview after interview had people admitting that they watched it as a part of their foreplay, and that they had "kissing parties" where they would all watch the show and then have their own kissing matches afterwards.

You can imagine how that would turn out.

Tonight was the night that might have put all others to shame. It was the fourth world championship that had been held since we got the Nike deal, and the league had taken off like a rocket. When Nike started promoting their sponsorship, and we started selling the merchandise, it was insane. We had still needed a dozen or so buyers at that point, and Monica became flooded with offers for the last teams. I'd told her to hold out for $5 million for the new owners, but she didn't even have to name a price before people were offering $20 million.

It was a great problem to have. We'd set up the league to have both individual and team events. So, our team of ten could travel to Vegas to take on the Lips, and their ten girls. Whichever team scored the most wins in that ten person lineup won as a team, and then a single elimination winner tournament determined the individual winner on that night. It seems like a lot, but even with up to twenty matches in a night, we were usually done in under two hours.

With the extra money from the owners, we set purses for the American and European champs as well as the World champs in both team and individual competition. We also made sure the girls all got paid, since they were the main attraction. They got monthly salaries as well as cuts of the league sponsorships, streaming agreements and gate purses so even girls who struggled for wins would make enough to live happily on.

We'd also got deals with Amazon Prime to stream all our matches, and they paid quite a lot for the rights to that. Other sponsors soon flooded in, wanting to get in on the new league that was obviously looking like a success. The Chicago Strut quickly had sponsors from banks, food chains, car rental companies, you name it. All the individual competitors got their own personal sponsorship deals too. It didn't hurt that we were constantly winning. Hilda won the individual championship the first three years, and the fourth year was tonight. Our team had won the team championship two of the four years too, and we'd come in second and third the other two times. We had a stacked team, with Tammy coming in the top five of the individual championships each year as well.

We had expected to expand after a few years if things were going well, but because of the rapid success, we expanded after the first season, adding Toronto, Montreal, Miami and Washington DC to the North American League, and four more cities over in Europe.

But those owners paid $100 million to buy into the league, because things were going that well.

After that year, Gene Simmons was so happy with his original $1 million investment, that he bought Brooke and I a classic 1969 Dodge Charger with a custom paint job in red and black like the Strut logo as a Christmas present. Yeah, we had a lot of comments on the '69, and it lived up to the year several times in the back seat!

Needless to say, with that new war chest of money, we were able to get a lot of advertising. And that really spread the word worldwide. We sold licensing rights to leagues in both Australia and South America so they could have their own versions too. The Australians got naughty with their advertising, pointing out that their league used their tongues down under, just like Brooke's joke. I loved it.

Nike was thrilled with the partnership that we'd forged and had also worked up a training dummy that was based on a CPR doll mounted on a body combat base with a gyrating tongue. Yeah, it wasn't perfect, but the tongue was programmable to mimic other competitors, and it was the best we could do. They just had to put warning labels all over it, because of an early mishap when they were rolling out the product launch. Now, that was about two months after the sponsorship started, and they shipped a demo of the trainer down to the San Francisco office to take a look at.

Jax had it in his conference room, he was trying to work the way that Brooke and I had, but Bryan had just disappeared about three weeks after his dad had been put in jail, so Jax was on his own. Anyway, I guess that gyrating tongue was too much for him to resist, and he decided that he'd put that tongue to good use on his dick.

From what Carley told us when she transferred to our office, she could hear the screams down on the floor below. Jax had turned the tongue up to the maximum setting, and the mechanism had ripped his shaft in two. Carol, being the levelheaded person she was, had to use a shoelace to tie a tourniquet around the base of his shredded manhood to minimize the bleeding while they waited on the ambulance to come.

He never came back to work. Much like Bryan had disappeared, Jax did too. Nobody knows if they were able to repair his penis, for all I know they stapled it back together, or used some other crazy medical procedure, but we'd never know.

Carol had settled in well in America, and her son loved it. He loved it even more when we got together for the commercial shoot for the Nike ad, and Gene showed up. Her son was a huge fan, since he was at the concert that we'd met Gene at, and almost hyperventilated because he was so excited. Carol had guided the crew to several new big campaigns too. The Nike win got us contacts at several of the California sports teams, and soon we had a bunch of new business.

As I mentioned, Carley moved to Chicago to be in our branch. We'd given her one of the condos to live in, though she ended up only staying in it for about three months. Tammy, of all people, wooed her day and night, not caring about her pregnancy at all. All those times I'd sworn Carley was straight, I guess she just needed the right girl with the right tongue. They were insanely happy together, and married in under a year.

Monica finally found someone too. Surrounded as she was by all the competitors, she wanted someone that was not related to the league, and finally found them by accident at a restaurant where she got a waitress' number. Six months later they were living happily together. There wasn't a ring on anyone's finger, but we knew it would be there soon.

The first world championship that Hilda had won came from a disqualification when the European Champion Lisette Lucroy broke the rules as soon as the match started. She was almost inconsolable after the match, not even caring about the victory. It turned out that Lisette was the girl she'd been pining after, and that she's worked her ass off to be able to kiss her, only for her to disqualify in seconds. The next two years, it happened again, leaving her worse off each time.

Which brought us to this year.

I'd talked to Hilda before the match, and we'd put together her plan. I cleared it with Nike since she would be in a non-regulation outfit at first, and they were fine since I was giving them more screentime later. Hilda shocked everyone by showing up in skimpy lingerie and then set her plan into motion. Lisette DQ'd again, but so did Hilda, before taking Lisette back to the locker room. I made sure that they were undisturbed for ninety minutes while we got some extra matches going from the runner up teams from each league. We made it work. And when Lisette and Hilda finally stumbled from the dressing room with bite marks all over them, in their regulation uniforms this time, they redid the match.

It was epic.

The longest match I'd ever seen was almost ten minutes between Tammy and Hilda. But this one was almost thirty minutes long. There was no moaning, just hungry growling until Lisette finally had her knees buckle, only to be caught by Hilda before she fell.

Hilda finally had the win that she so desperately wanted, and the two of them have been happily dating ever since. It can be hard, since Lisette plays for Paris, but they spend the entire offseason together, and are so happy and cute that it's disgusting.

Not that I can complain, since my wife and I are just as bad.

It took almost two months to get enough of the building finished for us to move in. The condos just needed appliances, so we took care of that for a dozen units, because we knew that Tammy, Hilda and Monica would all be living there with us, and we were expecting several others to as well. The offices were even easier, as we just needed to get flooring put down, and then get some office furniture in as well. We were small though, so that was easy for now. Monica had her own suite of offices that included a personal assistant and a couple offices that would be for a lawyer and an accountant once they were hired.

Brooke and I set up a single office, though it would technically be the Nimbleworth office, and we'd work on the team up in our condo until we got a second office set up. That suited us for the first six months or so, but we soon needed a second office for the team that was connected to the Nimbleworth one, so we could go back and forth depending on who we were meeting with. It got a little confusing sometimes, but we made it work.

And I got to work with Brooke, which was the biggest joy ever.

I think that when I told her I loved her, and she realized that we were on the same page, she was no longer unsure about anything. So, while I was happily enjoying our relationship, and thrilled that we were in love and growing strong, my girlfriend went and bought a ring with the help of Tammy and Hilda.

We'd spent every Saturday exploring all the different restaurants in the city, and the next time we went out, she took me for a walk on the waterfront afterwards, and then dropped to one knee and asked me. I was stunned for about two seconds, then dropped to my knees to join her, pulling her into a kiss while murmuring my yes, over and over.

We planned a wedding in the spring, because I had family coming from Europe that needed to make arrangements, and we were in the middle of a hectic time at work. But it didn't matter. We didn't need a piece of paper to act like we were married, and it wouldn't affect the feelings I had for my beautiful fiancé.

But yeah, we had our wedding, a nice intimate one with friends and family. Even a couple of Brooke's cousins, aunts and uncles came, though all from her late mother's side. She didn't invite anyone related to her father.

Life was good. The Chicago branch of Nimbleworth was doing well, though it was not as large as the San Francisco office, and the team was doing spectacularly well. Our marriage was strong and made us happy every day. There was only one thing left to do, and we were planning on both carrying children to round out our little family. It took some time with some at home insemination kits once we'd chosen a suitable donor, but now we were both pregnant. Brooke had gotten knocked up the first try, while it took me four, so she was a couple months ahead of me, but we couldn't wait for our little babies to join us in our happy life.

I lied. Life wasn't good, it was fucking wonderful.

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A/N - And that is a wrap. I had no idea that this story could be made all based off a silly comment in a book, but it worked. Is it wrong that I want this league to be real? I would watch the hell out of that! In any case, I hope you enjoyed this silly little story, and if so then please look at some of my other gxg works (at the time of this publishing, there are 13 completed with more on the way!).

Have a great day!

Loiosh